This won’t be eloquent. I don’t have the energy to make it sound pretty.
My dad is gone, and my heart is broken. A million shards.
People say cherish the memories. And I do, and I will. But what about our plans?
You may think I’m stupid, but I wanted him to see my chickens. They’re coming in 2 weeks you know. I wanted him to read my blog everyday and leave me snarky comments about how it has no plot. I wanted him to enjoy my new place with me. Even if it is a trailer house. I wanted him to dribble his coffee on my carpet as he staggers down the hallway with his unsteady gait.
I had so much more to share with him.
I will write about my dad today, and I will write about him tomorrow, and the day after that. I may write about him for the next 19 years.
So please be patient.
January 16, 1943-February 26, 2011.
I love you, Dad.